It didn't take too long for the rest of the nations other than England, France, and America to arrive in the conference room. Since the nations were either lacked enthusiasm, or had all of their attention absorbed in the meeting that was about to continue, it would've been nearly impossible for them to determine any potential slip ups in England's, France's, and America's act. Even if they did happen to detect any mysterious behavior from the three nations, it wouldn't have mattered at all. England was clever with words, so he would've just found a way to mask the truth with a conceivable lie. With the backup plans in mind, there was no reason for the three nations to feel anxious about their secret being revealed. Another nation would never end up finding out. That's what they believed, and there was much faith in that single view. At least, that was how England and France felt about the whole situation. America, on the other hand, could only feel dread at the idea of losing control over his personal information. The whole waiting game was beyond nerve wracking to him, and could only make him admire how England and France were able to remain serene about the whole situation.

As America continued to think about it, he was eventually able to come up with a reason for the two older nation's tranquil aurora, I guess they have been around for quite a while now. Not even sure how long, but it was maybe at least one thousand years. They've probably had many tragic situations that required them to have complete control over their emotions and actions, so I guess it would make sense. I wish I had self discipline like that. America had snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Germany announce, "Now zhat everyone is here, Japan can begin his presentation on his plan to prevent the destruction caused by tsunamis."

"Vait!" Prussia cried out, waving one hand in the air impatiently, "I have somezhing important to tell everyone!"

Germany placed a hand on his forehead with annoyance, and then decided, "You can tell everyone vhat it is once Japan finishes his presentation. Alzhough I don't know vhat you have to say zhat vould be even somevhat relevant to anyone."

Prussia began flailing both of his arms vigorously, and was almost jumping where he stood. This action caused Gilbird to flutter in the albino's hair with unease, and many participants in the meeting gave the giddy nation looks of disapproval at the sudden hyperactive behavior. It was beyond embarrassing, to say the least. When Prussia spoke, his words were almost linked together, he was spilling them out of his mouth with such haste, "No seriously! Everyone needs to hear about zhis right now! I swear, zhere couldn't be anyzhing more important zhan vhat zhe awesome me has to say, so just listen-"

"Nein!" Germany roared, "You vill eizher vait your turn, or leave zhis room! I vill not tolerate any more interruptions! Do I make myself clear!?"

Prussia immediately went silent, and sat back down in his chair. A look of frustration was present on his pale face, and his crimson eyes pierced through the table with with smoldering impatience. It really did make America wonder, What could possibly be so interesting to Prussia that's making him this anxious to tell everyone? Is there a rumor going around that he heard about? Wait a minute, that must mean- For a moment, the young nation almost panicked, but a reassuring thought managed to cross his mind, No, there's no way anyone could've found out. I mean, I didn't see anyone spying on us, and neither did France or England. Yeah, I think our secret is still safe.

Japan's presentation didn't last too long. At least, it wasn't long enough to cause Prussia to lose his mind from all of the waiting he had forced himself to endure. As soon as Japan sat down in his seat, Prussia stood up and began, "Vell zhe awesome me can finally tell you guys zhat very important news! Do I have everyone's attention yet!?"

"Mein gott Gilbert," Germany groaned, "Just tell us vhat it is already!"

Prussia made sure that all eyes were on him before finally continuing, "Vell it vas during zhe lunch break. I vas just valking down zhe hall because I needed to use zhe bathroom, but zhen, I heard someone vomiting."

Austria cringed in disgust, but managed to keep his tone professional, "I do not zhink zhat anyone needs to hear-"

"Hey! No interruptions!" Prussia scolded, and then proceeded to tell his story, "Anyvays, after I heard zhis person vomiting, I decided to go, and find a different bathroom, but zhen I heard some tension rising between two individuals. It sounded very interesting, so I couldn't help spying on zhem. I just had to see vhat zhe conflict vas all about."

America shifted uneasily in his seat while France grimaced with horror. England was beginning to grow nervous, but still had faith in the situation. Prussia did in fact notice the tension that was rising within the three nations, but continued on anyways without showing any sign of remorse, "Vhen I checked to see vhat zhe feud vas all about, I saw France and America arguing, and zhen England became a part of the conflict zhe moment he saw zhem. It turns out zhat America has an eating disorder and cuts himself! You vould zhink zhat France and England vould just take advantage of America's veakness, but instead zhey vere being all queer about it, and started coddling him! It vas so gay and hilarious! I wish you guys should've seen it!"

A deadly silence filled the room as most of the nations stared at Prussia with nothing more than shock. Eventually, the albino became offended, and snapped, "Vhat? My story vasn't gut enough!? You are all unvorzhy of my of my awesomeness!"

Finally, Germany was able to find his voice as he snarled at Prussia, "I regret even considering bringing you to zhis meeting! Never in a zhousand years vould I have guessed zhat you vould handle such a situation vith absolutely no maturity at all! Do you even realize vhat you just did!?"

"Fine!" Prussia retorted, and walked towards the exit of the conference room, "I know vhen my awesomeness is not appreciated!"

Once Prussia left the room, Lithuania faced America with a worried expression, and inquired, "Why did you do this to yourself, Alfred? There are nations out that care about you!"

Canada gave America a pained look, and nearly wailed, "I wish I knew that you weren't feeling any better. You could've told me about you internal struggle. I would've had no problem helping you."

France glance nervously at England, for the Brit appeared to be on the verge of fainting from all of the negative attention. After what seemed to be an eternity of listening to various nations vent their concerns for America, France finally asked, "Can Amerique, Angleterre, and I be excused from the meeting?"

Germany nodded, his voice full of understanding as he explained, "Since you three seem to be facing a razher important problem of your own, you can be dismissed. Besides, I'd hate to see zhese ozher nations continuously harass America. Just remember to be prepared for zhe next meeting"

"Merci." was all France said in response to Germany's generosity before packing up everything he brought to the meeting. America and England did the same, but with much more haste than the French man. As soon as the three nations had everything organized, and packed into their bags, they left the conference room. All of the questions the other nations asked them were ignored.

When the three nations left the building that hosted the world meeting, France turned to America, and asked, "Would you mind if me and Angleterre stayed at your place tonight?"

America shook his head, "Go ahead."

With that said, France, England, and America waited for the next cab to pull up, and rode in it until they were at the said house. England had been silent the whole trip, and did not say a word when they entered they America's home. This made France even more concerned for the Brit. At last, he decided to ask the shorter nation softly, "Are you feeling alright? You've been very quiet ever since the meeting, and you look extremely uncomfortable."

England turned his head away from France, and stiffened in an attempt to keep himself from breaking down. Eventually, the pressure became too much for him to handle, and with a strangled sob, he lunged forwards, and wrapped his arms tightly around America. The youngest of the three nations didn't know how to react, so he hugged the Brit protectively, hoping that it was the best option for the tense situation. After a few more choked breaths, England began to ramble, "I'm sorry for putting you in this condition! You don't deserve to suffer like this, I do! And- oh Alfred! I'm just so sorry for doing this to you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't forgive me! I don't deserve to be forgiven! I'm a terrible nation!"

Breathing was becoming more of a chore for America. England's grip on him was becoming too intense, it was almost enough to squeeze the air out of the younger nation. France decided to save America from suffocating, and gently pulled the distressed Englishman off of him. England whimpered from the sudden isolation he felt being separated from his former colony, but when he finally noticed the presence of France, he immediately latched onto the nation as if he was his only lifeline. A few moments had passed, and France decided to sit down on the couch. He was still holding England, and allowed the shorter nation to rest his head against his shoulder. France continued to rub soothing circles on the Brit's back until the sobbing stopped, and was replaced by occasional soft snores. Smiling, France held England for a few more moments before finally laying him down on the couch, and pulled a blanket that happened to be in the room on his sleeping form.

After properly dealing with England, France turned to America and stated, "You look very cold Amerique. Are there any other blankets, and if so, where do you keep them?"

America answered while sitting down on a rather comfortable chair across from the couch, "Yes, I do have more blankets. There might be some in the closet of my bedroom, and if you don't know where my bedroom is, it's the last room on the right upstairs."

France nodded in order to express is gratitude, and made his way upstairs. It didn't take too long for him to return with a few thick blankets. America continued to shiver as France wrapped him tightly in the blankets he brought downstairs, and by the time he was finished, the American looked as if he could pass for a pudgy burrito. Soon after America had been wrapped up, his shivering stopped, and for the first time in quite a while, he felt warm. France giggled at his handiwork, and patted America's head as if he were a loved puppy, "You look so cute when you're cocooned in a bunch of blankets Amerique."

America felt his face grow warm with embarrassment at the compliment, but France ignored this, and added, "Well, I'll go make something light for your stomach. I hope that'll make you feel better."

Dread began to develop in the pit of America's stomach as he tried to bury himself further into the blankets. His thoughts became frantic, No, no, no, no, no! He doesn't get it! I'll become fat if I eat! Soon, America began to violently tremble, and his breaths became more rapid until he started to hyperventilate. By the time France had finished making some soup, he walked into the living room to find that America's panic attack had almost reached it's peak. Immediately, France set down the mug of soup he was holding, and ran up to the terrified nation as quickly as he could with a rush of urgency. Holding America's head so that he was facing him, France soothed, "Hey, shh. It's okay."

America continued to stare into France's eyes, his breathing slowing down as the older nation repeated quietly, "It's okay."

It didn't take too long for America to fully relax, and when he was finally able to focus properly, France handed him the mug of soup. America grabbed the mug, and glanced down at the soup for a moment in order to study it's contents, Well, I guess it isn't the worst thing he could've fed me. There really isn't that much soup. Slowly, he began to sip the soup out of the mug. Before he knew it, every last drop had been broth had vanished. France retrieved the mug, and nodded with approval, "Très bien. How do you feel now?"

"Better," America replied, "but I do feel very exhausted."

France walked out of the room to take care of the mug, and returned with a smile on his face, "I just want to tell you one more thing tonight, so please listen carefully. It's very important."

America looked at France with interest in his tired eyes. By the time the Frenchman was right in front of him, he knelt down so he was at eye level with the younger nation, and rested one of his hands on the side of the American's face as a sign of pure affection. His voice was low as he finally began, "You will always be a handsome nation in your own unique way," then France paused to plant a light kiss on America's forehead, and added, "Don't let anyone tell you other wise."